For eighty minutes on that Friday afternoon, it felt like the ground was shaking with the pounding of feet, the thundering of frantic fists against the railings, the hoarse cries of supporters as the ball hurtled back and forth. No snapshot can capture the whipping frenzy of movement, those deafening waves of voices rolling back and forth in call and response. The whole school filled the stands that day. This time was special. After weeks of mounting excitement, hard-fought win after win, a slow ascent all bringing us closer to this. When the crowd were quiet, it seemed even the birds took up the silence, and when we roared, the sky itself couldn’t hold us.
First half faded to second, and new faces entered the fray. The team gave it their all and fought to the last minute. When the final whistle blew, and the score was set, all that was left to greet them were the smiles and cheers of their friends pouring out from the stands. Among the cheers and the hugs in those final moments, we all knew this was a day that would go down in High School history.